Article 105234 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Date: Mon, 6 Nov 1995 08:56:13 UTC
Subject: First Class Treatment 1/3 (incest Fmmm)

			First Class Treatment
				  by
			       Tiffany
			      Part One

	I could not believe my luck. After being a single mother of
three for twelve years, and struggling from pay check to pay check, I
met a man that wanted to marry me after one date. He offered to adopt
my three children and keep me at home doing the things I love doing:
cooking, mothering, and painting.

	Walter Quintana was pushing sixty and twenty-five years my
senior. Though not my ideal man, he was distinguished, knew lots of
interesting and important people, and was rich by my standards. My
sons took an instant liking to Walter because he was liberal with his
cash, offered them beer, and letting them browse his extensive
collection of girlie magazines. Those things did not set well with me,
but I kept silent.

	My boys have been a handful ever since the first one, Jason,
entered puberty four years ago. Greg doubled my trouble two years
later, and my youngest, Arthur, had just begun talking squeaky and
leaving those tell-tale spots on his sheets. The thought of my little
sex fiends having unlimited access to pornography left me with a cold
chill. Add alcohol to that mix and I could see real trouble in the
mansion.

	None-the-less, I quelled my apprehensions and accepted
Walter's proposal and his suggestion that we move in together for a
few weeks before the wedding. Walter wanted me to quit my job and
offered to maintain my apartment. He said he'd give me five thousand
dollars as a parting gift if things didn't work out. I was determined
that things would work out. During those two weeks I never uttered a
protest or made a single complaint, though I had plenty to complain
about. My boys quickly became impossible to control.

	Walter seemed to be testing my tolerance. Always a very
touchy-feely guy, he continued that practice regardless of who was in
the room or what room we were in. To have a hand grab my crotch with
one or more of my boys grinning at me was a novel and unwelcome
sensation. Not being able to slap the shit out of the guy that did it
was even more novel. Walter had another nuance that I found
particularly unnerving; he liked to playfully call me demeaning terms,
like bitch, cunt, and whore. These were always said with a smile and
followed by a kiss, but in the presence of my children, it was
difficult to bear. When they started doing it, Walter loved it. I was
almost ready to take the five grand and walk.

	I stayed but resolved that after the wedding there would be
some major changes. Our state is a community property state and I made
it clear that I would not sign a pre-nuptial agreement. I even visited
an attorney without Walter's knowledge to verify what my rights would
be one day after the wedding. What I learned was that I'd be half
rich. I'm not a gold digger, but with that knowledge I had options and
leverage. I intended to use those to get my way. The day after the
wedding, the beer would go, the magazines would go, and they would all
show me the respect I deserved as a wife and mother. If not, Walter
would go.

	I was sitting on the couch with Walter two days before the
wedding. We were watching TV. From Jason's room came the familiar call
that sent chills up my spine. "Hey, BITCH! Bring me a fuckin' beer!" I
forced a smile. Walter said, "Boys will be boys." I delivered the beer
to Jason who was lying on his back, propped up on a pillow, and
jerking off while looking at Miss November. All three of my boys get a
big kick out of having me catch them jerking off. They also like to
deposit their youthful seed where they know I'll have to handle it,
like on pillow cases and in socks. I handed Jason the beer with fire
in my eyes and said, "You just wait, young man. I'm going to remember
this. I'm writing everything down."

	He just gave me a hard look, pointed his prick at me, and
jerked faster. I left steaming. I plopped down beside Walter and
smiled, saying, "Oh, those boys. They drive me nuts. I hope you won't
mind if I make a few little changes after we're married."

	"That will be your prerogative. After all, half of this will
be yours. I intend to leave the running of this house to you, dear.
Just to humor me, though, don't make any changes until then, okay?"

	This unexpected news thrilled me, and I quickly said yes.
From that moment on I could take anything. When Jason next called me,
I walked in smiling. He had just ejaculated all over his stomach and
upper thighs. I handed him the beer and said, "Can I get you a warm
wash cloth?"

	"Yeah, cunt. You can clean this fuckin' mess up, too."

	I returned seconds later, knelt by his bed, and dutifully
swabbed-up his semen. I pinched the deflated head of his penis to wipe
along its length and clean his balls. Jason loved this intimate
attention from me, as it was the first time in his memory that I'd
touched his penis. He'd die if he knew I'd regularly sucked all three
of them as babies to get them to fall asleep. It was their father's
idea. He got a big charge out of watching. After I tossed his lazy ass
out, my boys learned to fall asleep the normal way.

	The evening before the wedding, Walter and I sat together on
the couch. He was wondering why we hadn't received the results back
from our blood tests and was worried that the wedding might have to be
postponed. It was no big deal. We planned a simple JP ceremony at the
court house, but I became anxious. Moments later, the phone beside me
rang. I picked up. The professional sounding male voice said, "Is this
Ann Taylor?"

	"Yes, yes it is."

	"Miss Taylor, this is Dr. Greendale from the clinic. I'm
afraid I have some rather disturbing news. I'd prefer to discuss this
in detail in a more suitable setting, but time is of the essence. In
brief, your blood test revealed the presence of a rare toxin. The
tests are conclusive. You have what's called lymphatic toxicoma."

	"Lymphatic toxicoma? Is it serious?"

	"I'm afraid it's very serious - life threatening if not
treated in time. Tell me, are your joints hurting you at all?"

	"Well, no, not really."

	"Excellent. That means we can use chemotherapy. Ann, I can now
give you some good news. We can treat your condition with drugs, and
the treatment only takes thirty days. Afterwards, you'll be free of
this condition."

	I let out a sigh of relief and said, "It's about time I heard
something positive. So, do I need to make an appointment or something?
I have a wedding tomorrow at noon."

	I'm afraid the wedding must wait until we can clear your test.
The Center for Disease Control has a strict rule on this condition.
Although the disease can not be communicated while the drugs are being
administered, it is a very rare and dangerous communicable venereal
disease."

	"Where did I get it?"

	"I don't want to get into that over the phone. I'll need a
detailed sex history from you - another CDC requirement. Ann, is there
anyone with you?"

	"Yes, Walter my fiancee is right here."

	"Don't move. Tell him to hold the phone to your ear for you."

	"But why, I'm perfectly..."

	"Please, Ann, just do as I say." I told Walter and he held the
phone. "Okay, now very gingerly release the phone and let your arm
fall and rest at your side. Do not move your fingers or wrist joints!"

	Fear rose in me as I complied. I said, "Why, what's wrong?"

	"I'm coming to you with a team of specialists, Ann. It is
absolutely important that you not move any joints until we arrive. The
toxin acts on the cartilage between your joints. Movement speeds up
the action and provides a pathway into the central tissues. If the
toxin gets inside the cartilage, the drugs can't neutralize them. We
may still cure you, but you could easily loose fingers, hands, feet,
even entire limbs. If you haven't felt any pain it is not likely to
have happened yet, but this is too serious to take a chance. Can you
remain totally immobile for thirty minutes?"

	I said a very firm yes. The doctor hung up. I explained the
situation to Walter, talking through clenched teeth, head straight
forward, trying not to move my jaw. Walter immediately went for his
medical encyclopedia. He found the section right away and read me the
short article. It was what Dr. Greendale had told me, plus we learned
that it only affected the joints of the outer extremities from the
elbows and knees down. Treatment called for immobilization of
vulnerable joints and chemotherapy. That was a small relief, and I
timidly relaxed my jaw and neck. What I found shocking was that the
drugs were administered twice daily through high colonic enemas.
Walter put the book away and sat beside me, saying, "Well, look on the
bright side. It's curable and they caught it before any damage was
done."

	I said, "Yes, I'm a very lucky lady, but this is too serious
for me to start celebrating my good luck. By the way, the wedding has
to be postponed for at least a month."

	"Damn! Well, look, the deal is still valid as far as I'm
concerned, and I'll pick up the full medical expenses besides. I'll
arrange to hold your apartment for another month."

	"Oh, Walter. You are a prince."

	Walter called my boys in and gave them the full story. They
looked on with sad worried eyes. I said, "It looks like you kids will
have to get your own beer for a while. And Jason, you can clean your
own jerk-off messes." He scowled at me for embarrassing him, but it
felt good to see him blush for a change.

	Dr. Greendale arrived on time and was accompanied by three
assistants, two male and one female. All but the nurse wore light blue
medical smocks with name plaque badges that identified them as MD. RN.
Technician, Therapist and so forth. She wore a sexy white nurse's
uniform. They all looked and acted professional, and I hadn't the
slightest inkling they weren't what they pretended to be. Dr.
Greendale explained the disease and treatment in more detail. He
explained the necessity of applying casts to mid-thigh and mid-upper
arm. As his assistants prepared the materials, he said, "Fortunately,
I see you have three helpers living with you. You're lucky they are
out of school for the summer. We can train them to care for you and
administer the treatments. Of course, you could hire round the clock
nurses, but that can be very expensive."

	I said, "What do I need nurses for?"

	"Ann, these casts are very heavy. I'm afraid you won't be able
to do anything for yourself. Basically, you'll be bed-ridden. Now,
I'll need to cut your clothes off of you."

	He made a move towards my skirt with a pair of scissors and I
freaked. My three boys were gawking at me. I said, "Wait! Not with
them in here. Walter, can we talk privately?"

	Walter ushered everyone into the den and shut the door. He
came back and sat beside me. I said, "Walter, sweetheart, I don't want
those kids looking after me. They've never seen me naked, and I want
to keep it that way; besides, there's no way I want them attending to
my toilet or giving me sponge baths. Giving me enemas is out of the
question. Hire me a nurse, please!"

	Walter looked pensive, then said, "Look, Ann. I'll be totally
honest with you. One of my biggest fantasies is of a beautiful, sexy
mother being helpless and at the mercy of her horny kids. I prefer
scenarios that involve nasty young girls, but any kids will do. This
situation has fallen into my lap like a gift from heaven. Please don't
ask me to forfeit it and spend thousands of dollars unnecessarily in
the process."

	This revelation was not a total surprise to me. Whenever we
made love, Walter made me recount every improper act that my boys had
ever perpetrated on me. Lately, there had been many, and I fully
understood his motives for wanting me to tolerate the situation. I
said, "Sweetheart, I understand what you want, but this is no game.
You don't know what you're asking. I have no idea what those boys are
capable of. I don't know if I could survive the humiliation of having
them see my naked vagina, much less wiping my butt. As for sex, who
knows what they might try. I will be totally helpless once those casts
are on."

	Walter smiled with a gleam in his eye. I knew I said the wrong
thing. He said, "That's right. I could live off the memories for the
rest of my life."

	I knew right then that there was no chance of getting a nurse.
My options were few. I had no medical insurance. I pleaded, "Please,
Walter! If I do this for you, will you at least lay some ground rules
for them and rigidly enforce them."

	"No, that would defeat my purpose. I want them to feel free to
do with you whatever pleases them. I have no intention of interfering.
It will do you no good to cry to me for help, either. I won't lift a
finger. I'm sorry, Ann, but I can't pass this chance up. I'd never get
another in a million lifetimes."

	I still had the option of halting our engagement. I figured
the doctor would commit me to the state hospital. I've heard horror
stories about those places. Finally, I said, "Bring them in."

	Soon they were all crowded around as Dr. Greendale began
snipping his way up the center of my skirt. I wanted to die as he
folded the flaps back and exposed my panties. Greg slyly pointed out
the stray pubic hairs peeking out from under the leg bands. Dr.
Greendale's scissors continued up through my pull-over. He parted the
sweater and cut down the length of each sleeve.

	I had little time to adjust to being in my bra and panties
when he snipped the bra in the center and cut the two shoulder straps.
He bared my breasts and the boys' eyes lit up. I groaned as he
inserted his scissors down the center of my panty waist band and cut
his way to the left leg hole. He then cut straight across the crotch,
saying, "I'm afraid these have to go, too. Once the casts are on you
wouldn't be able to get them off without cutting anyway. And you may
as well adjust to having your sons see you in your birthday suit.
They'll be bathing you twice a day among other things."

	I closed my eyes as he stepped back and revealed my exposed
vagina. I cursed the fact that I'd been sitting in a relaxed,
unladylike position when he first called and didn't have the courage
to move my knees together. I could feel the cool air on my inner
membranes, and my damn clit began climbing up to take a look around. I
closed my eyes and listened to my sons' giggles.

	Dr. Greendale took up a clipboard and said, "I need to get
this CDC sexual history questionnaire filled out. I'm afraid it's
rather personal. I must warn you that falsifying information can lead
to arrest and/or a stiff fine. They're very serious about this, Ann.
Perhaps you'd like to handle this in private."

	I nodded firmly, but Walter piped in, saying, "I'm sure Ann
has nothing to hide. Go ahead, Doctor."

	I gave Walter a nasty look. The doctor said, "Very well."

	He then began asking me extremely detailed questions. I was so
intimidated by the threat from the CDC that I answered them
truthfully. Before the humiliating experience was over, I'd explained
my masturbation habits, including frequency and technique. I told of
my first sexual encounter; my first oral sex; my first anal
experience; my love of enemas; my several acts of infidelity; and the
catalog of lovers I'd had since divorcing my husband. By the time I
was through, I was not just physically laid bare, but spiritually and
emotionally as well. I felt like a cheap slut. My kids were looking at
me like I was a cheap slut. My traitorous vagina reveled in my
exposure, embarrassing me further by opening up and pouring my juices
down the crack of my ass and wetting the sofa cushion.

	After the questionnaire, the team went to work and applied
soft gauze padding wherever the cast would be applied, being extremely
careful not to move me unnecessarily. Water-soaked plaster strips were
continually applied until both my legs were covered by a thick cast.
They cast my legs as they were positioned, bent ninety degrees at the
knee. While the leg cast set-up, they started on my arms, setting them
just as they rested. After encasing my arms, they went back to my legs
and Dr. Greendale explained that they could now lift and move my leg
to complete the casting of my feet and setting eyebolts in the ends at
the toes. I groaned as they lifted my right leg and yawned my pussy. I
groaned doubly when, afterwards, they set it far to the right and then
lifted my left. The boys gathered at my crotch and gawked at my spread
beaver. I swear they could see my tonsils.

	I could see that Walter was enjoying himself. He had a hardon
that threatened to destroy a new pair of slacks. When all work was
done and the casts were set, I sat like a fool, helpless and exposed.
I tried to lift my arms, but the weight was almost too much. The legs
were impossible to move on my own. My casts were much bigger than
ordinary casts for broken bones, and at the ends of each was a strong
eyebolt. These, he explained, facilitated suspension and greatly added
to my comfort. He said they would begin installing the hardware
necessary for my home care. They turned the guest bedroom into a
treatment room. They wheeled in a hospital bed, and soon heard
drilling and hammering.

	The decent thing for them to do after finishing my casts would
have been to throw a sheet over my naked body. Not only was I not
given a sheet, but they left my legs widely parted. The medical people
ignored the way my kids gathered between my legs and studied my
intimate anatomy. That was the only non-professional act I observed,
but that was pretty damned unprofessional if you ask.

	In addition to the exposure of my most intimate anatomy before
my children, the heavy weight of my leg casts forced my knees to fall
out. If I had been trying to shoot the widest beaver I could, I doubt
I could have done any better. I looked to Walter with a face as red as
a used tampon and said, "I hope you're satisfied." He simply smiled.

	After two hours on the couch, I was lifted by the men and
placed on my back in the bed. Overhead was a traction frame of heavy
chrome steel with chrome rings every six inches down both rails. Dr.
Greendale demonstrated the utility of the setup by clipping a cotton
rope to the eyebolt on the toe of my right leg cast, running the tail
end through a ring in the right side rail, drawing my leg up in the
air and to the right. He did the same with the my left leg. When he
secured the ends, I was helplessly spread wide, and my backside barely
rested on the bed. The position, though humiliating, did feel good.

	Being relieved of all that weight made me temporarily forget
just how exposed and vulnerable my crotch was. The doctor secured my
arms out to the sides with my elbows up by the top of my head. I must
have looked like a dead cockroach, and I felt especially vulnerable
with my tits stretched and arching up. I was a rapist's dream.

	The doctor then demonstrated the electronic controls. Everyone
gathered around my bed for this demonstration. With the press of a
button on a hand-held control unit, a motor hummed, and the entire
framework rose, lifting me clear of the bed by over a foot. He paused
to point out the facility of being able to easily lift me this way to
facilitate my toilet and bathing needs.

	They placed a plastic baby's wash basin on the bed beneath me.
He took a water wand that was hooked on the bed rail and startled me
by spraying my crotch. I then noticed the garden hose coming in
through the window. I also noticed the eyebolts installed on the walls
and ceiling.

	He adjusted the spray to a pulse mode and pulsed my exposed
anus, saying to my kids, "You won't have to deal with messy toilet
paper with this device. Just don't use too much water. Remember, you
have to be able to carry the basin away when you finish." He then
absent-mindedly brought the pulsing jets up my crack to my clit. I
jerked and brought my head up. He said, "Oh, excuse me, Ann." The boys
got a big laugh out of that. The nurse enjoyed it especially. She
brought a tissue to my pussy and rubbed me dry, smiling and saying,
"We both know what that thing is good for, don't we."

	This was my first real inkling that this was a setup. The way
she said it, and the way they all laughed, not to mention the
unprofessional way she dried my pussy, told me I was in deep trouble.
I felt like such an idiot. I knew I was screwed. I saw no way out.
Even if I screamed my head off, my screams would only get me a gag. I
decided to go ahead and play along, mostly because I had no other
choice.

	I felt like I deserved whatever happened. I wasn't even angry
with Walter. I should have suspected. Even a total idiot can put two
and two together. I couldn't blame my boys; they were just being boys.
Who could really blame them if they decided to take advantage of the
rather comical situation I found myself in. I was sure they were not
in on it. They seemed to believe the story.

	Actually, all of the burden was off me. I had no say over
anything. I was as helpless and vulnerable as any woman could be.
Walter and his strange friends were responsible. If they could live
with their consciences, then more power to them was the way I saw it.

	After this demonstration, the nurse took charge and ushered
the men from the room, directing the boys to stay. This woman was the
image of the buxom babe dressed up as a sexy nurse like you see on
adult sit-coms. Her uniform was short and open at the chest to show
ample cleavage. Her hair, wildly sculpted and piled high, was accented
by her cute nurse's cap. Unlike most nurses, she wore make-up,
professionally applied. After shutting the door behind the men, she
locked it. She turned sensuously, leaned against the door, and said in
a sultry, sexy voice, "Before I explain how you take care of Mommy's
hygiene needs, would you boys mind if I have a little fun with her
first."

	I swear, I was never so shocked in my life. I looked at her
like she was crazy. She sucked her finger then traced her painted
fingernail teasingly over her breast mound and undid three buttons. My
boys were staring at her with their eyes out on springs, nodding in
unison. She began taking off her clothes while saying, "Promise not to
tell, okay?" Their eyeballs were flopping all around; mine were bugged
out pretty far as well.

	This woman had a body that wouldn't quit and absolutely
gorgeous besides. She was naked under her uniform and after dropping
the uniform, she posed like a glamour model. In addition to pendulous
breasts with hard prominent nipples, her pussy was shaved bare. She
dipped a finger into her naked slit and twirled the painted nailed
finger in her wetness. She then brought that slimy digit up and
applied that wetness to her lips like lip gloss. She told Jason to
remove the basin and lower me to the bed.

	She advanced toward me, coming up on my left with an
exaggerated sexy sway. She leaned over my head and pursed her lips for
a kiss. I just stared at her in disbelief as Jason, Greg, and Arthur
hurriedly got into positions to watch. Arthur actually climbed onto
the bed and lay across my body, using my abdomen as a rest for his
bony elbows while cupping my breasts in his small hands. Jason and
Greg leaned in from my right, anxiously waiting to see her lips touch
mine.

	I drew my head back as her lips came nearer. I tried to twist
away, but she held my head with both hands. When contact seemed
imminent, I bit at her lips. She drew back and reached to my left
nipple, giving it a painful pinch. She kept my nipple between the
nails of her thumb and forefinger and slowly brought her lips back to
mine. I held perfectly still and let her seal her mouth to mine. Her
soft feminine lips and erotic perfume made my head spin. Her tongue
teased inside my lips and over my clenched teeth. After feeling her
nail tighten on my nipple, I wisely relaxed my jaw and accepted her
silky tongue.

	She took her hand off my tit and ran it down to my pussy as
Arthur raised up on his knees to allow her hand to pass through. We
kissed passionately as her finger slipped inside me. The boys moved
about, equally delighted by the sight of my tongue searching out her
mouth or her fingers turning my cunt into a soupy mess. The vulgar
nurse, in fact, simply held her mouth open over mine. I did all the
kissing, tonguing, I should say. She brought me off with her finger,
and I moaned in helpless ecstasy while continuing to lick the inside
of her wide open mouth.

	She climbed off the bed and gathered my hair in a pony tail
coming off the top of my head. I was puzzled by this until she tied it
in an over-hand knot and slipped a cotton rope noose over my top knot.
The boys were curious about this, but when she climbed up and
straddled my head then brought the rope up her back, over her
shoulder, then passed the tail end through a ring in the cross bar
overhead, they seemed to catch on at once.

	All I could see was naked beaver inches from my eyes. I stared
up into my first pussy, a pussy getting poised over my face. I felt
the slight tug on my hair knot as she handed the tail end to Arthur
who was kneeling on the bed between my legs. Jason and Greg leaned in
from both sides, peering into the space between her crotch and my
face. She lowered herself over my body with her pubic bone on my upper
chest.

	By looking down my nose, I peered into her beaver as she moved
her knees out and in line with my shoulders. She reached back with
both hands and lewdly pulled her cheeks apart. She presented the most
vulgar sight you could imagine. Her hairless sex yawned wide like a
huge toothless mouth. It was shockingly vulgar. She was sopping wet.
The purpose of the noose dawned on me. I groaned in despair and said,
"Please don't!"

	She obviously gave Arthur the signal, because my head suddenly
got yanked up. Thwack! My head was like a baseball and her beaver was
the catcher's mitt. My face sealed itself in her slimy slit. I
couldn't see or breathe. I could hear, and I heard her moans and their
laughs. Seconds later, the tension relaxed; my head fell to the
mattress. I just had time for a few quick breaths, then...Thwack!
Strike two!

Article 105235 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Date: Mon, 6 Nov 1995 08:58:31 UTC
Subject: First Class Treatment 2/3

			First Class Treatment
			      Part Two

	This bizarre game continued until I stopped dropping my head.
I kept my face in her cunt to avoid having my hair yanked. I was able
to control my breathing, and as long as I kept my face in tight
contact with her cunt between breaths, she didn't make Arthur yank. I
thought this was very clever of her, because to the boys it appeared I
was willingly eating her out. They were, in fact, cheering me on. I
said to myself, "What the hell."

	To tell the truth, I found the feel, taste, and smell of her
pussy intoxicating. I began licking her in earnest, giving them the
show they wanted. They delighted at seeing my tongue fully extended
and being drawn up the full length of her slit. I repeated this often,
since they liked seeing it so much. She liked it, too, but
occasionally wanted her clit sucked. This I willing did, bringing her
to orgasm. After her orgasm, I lapped at her weeping hole. My sons
marveled at my willingness to lap her pussy juices.

	While remaining in place, and while I attended her delicious
pussy, she called the boys to my crotch and proceeded to give them an
anatomy lesson. I found this amusing at first. After explaining my
basic hygiene needs and going over the parts of my vagina, she began
demonstrating the use of various tools that came with the bed. Besides
the water wand, there were a variety of phallic vibrators, enema
attachments, a pussy spreader, an anal stretcher, and a urinary
catheter.

	She demonstrated the administration of a high colonic. I
grunted and strained as she shoved four feet of rubber tubing up my
entrails. I took what seemed like gallons of water, making my belly
swell up. She let me cry and beg for relief for five minutes. She
teased me by jostling my abdomen, making my innards slosh. The boys
thought that was hilarious. After five minutes, she eased the tube to
within a few inches of coming out, placed the end of the tube into a
pail on the floor, and emptied the contents of my colon into that
pail. The process was repeated until the water poured out clear.

	I then had the uncomfortable experience of having my sphincter
slowly stretched open until a baseball bat could go in without
touching the walls. They used a flashlight to peer inside me. I
groaned when she said, "If you work her up to it, she can easily take
your arms up her ass clear to your arm pits. Be careful to always make
sure your nails are cut short and buffed and never ever insert any
breakable or sharp objects or apply force."

	Strange as this may seem, I thrilled at these provocative
words. You see, I've always been very anal. The very idea of taking a
child's arm totally inside me was intriguing to say the least.

	Next, she explained how the medicine was to be administered.
She had Jason raise my legs to the highest by pulling on the ropes and
re-fastening them. My toes touched the rings and I was resting on my
shoulders. My ass was two feet off the bed. She asked for a bottle
from a case of bottles. I saw the bottle as Greg handed it to her. It
looked to hold a about a quart. The body was seamless plastic and had
a slight hour glass shape. She removed the screw-on cap, lubricated
the outside with petroleum jelly, then placed the short neck in my ass
and pushed hard. After the stretching, the bottle went in easily, but
not without making my eyes cross.

	I looked past her kneeling form and watched my ass gurgle down
the coffee colored liquid (it was, in fact, coffee). She told them to
clean me out twice a day and give me one bottle after each cleaning.
After the bottle drained, she said, "Leave her in this position for
one hour with the bottle inside. After that, you may return her to any
position. You may want to leave the bottle inside to keep her from
leaking. The only negative side effect is that she may never be able
to use her bowels again in a normal way. On the other hand, she'll
have a handy place to store things."

	This brought howls of laughter. This news also had my
imagination stirred. I was never all that fond of the normal way. I
wondered if wine or beer could be absorbed through the colon. An hour
later, as I wanted to ricochet off the walls with hyperactive
frustration, I got my answer.

	The next outrage was the catheter. For this I was lowered
prematurely. She showed them how to drain my bladder by slowly
inserting a thin plastic tube through my piss hole, clear to my
bladder. They each practiced several times. She explained that in a
hospital, they would normally leave a catheter in place draining into
a bag suspended from the bed frame. She said, "You might want to drain
her bladder as needed if you want to play with her pussy without the
tube in the way."

	She then removed the catheter and used the vaginal speculum to
open my pussy so wide that I swear Arthur could have stuck his head in
and wiggled his ears. My grunts and groans didn't seem to bother
anyone, and Jason urged her to open it more and more. She made them
scrub up using a basin on my bedstand. Afterwards, they were invited
to reach in and feel around. Their little hands roughly explored my
vaginal cavity and they thumped my cervix and squeezed my womb. To my
absolute horror, she said, "You'll find that the vagina is an
incredibly elastic and resilient organ. It can adjust to incredible
extremes over time and if done with care you could turn her into a
champion fist fucker. If you do that, though, she'll never get
pleasure from an ordinary penis. She'll become dependent on you guys
to get her off. She's your mom, you do with her what you want. Three
firm rules, though, never blow air or water in there under pressure,
no sharp objects, and no chemical substances. Other than that,
experiment and have fun. Oh, and be sure to wash thoroughly anything
you place inside her. There's plenty of surgical soap, use it
liberally or you'll give her pussy an infection."

	My mind was numb after hearing this, but my ordeal was not
over yet. I listened closely as she said, "Now, for her diet. She's to
be fed only baby food. If you mix in some semen, she'll get all the
nutrients she requires. h in proteins. She's to get no liquids. Her
only source of liquid must be urine, pee. Urine from a healthy bladder
is sterile. They used to use it to clean battlefield wounds. I'm sure
you guys can figure out where she can get plenty of nice sterile
urine, can't you?"

	Greg said in astonishment, "You mean she has to drink piss?"

	"That's right."

	"Our piss?"

	"That would be the logical source, and you do have that handy
straw between your legs."

	Jason said, "Far fucking out. You mean Mom has to let us piss
in her mouth."

	"Unless she wants to go thirsty. I'm serious, any other liquid
might react with the medication. She might die from a simple glass of
water. She might hold off for a day or two, but after the first time,
she'll love nursing piss from your peckers. Look, would you like me
to break her in for you? I could use a good piss."

	She was still straddling my head, laying supine over my body.
The boys eagerly accepted her offer and gathered at my head. She moved
her cunt over my head and reached back to spread her lips, exposing
her piss hole. She took my clit in her nails and said, "You heard me,
Ann. I said, I have to piss. If you don't glue your mouth to my cunt
right now, I'm going to piss all over you, and you can just soak in
piss until they clean you up."


	I raised up and sealed my mouth over her hole. Immediately, a
warm flow filled my mouth, and I swallowed as fast as I could. Her
piss wasn't bad; I was surprised. Knowing that piss was sterile made
it easier. I don't know why I believed her story, but she acted like
she knew about these things. I learned more about the female anatomy
in the two hours she spent training my boys then I'd learned in
thirty-five years owning a vagina.

	When she finished pissing, I licked her slit for good measure.
She climbed off and stood looking over me. She said, "I'll leave you
guys alone now. You boys take good care of her and try not to get too
carried away. Take everything gradually, build up slowly, and there
should be no problem. If you boys are smart, you'd take advantage of
this treatment time to train and condition her. If you concentrate on
bringing her pleasure and making this the most memorable experience of
her life, she will probably continue serving you long after her casts
come off. She can easily get addicted to pleasure only you guys can
provide. On the other hand, if you just want to torment her and use
her selfishly, you can do that too. Of course, after she gets up and
about, she'll probably grab the first train out of town, and you guys
will be on your own. It's all up to you; she's completely at your
mercy. So far, the only one she can be mad at is me, and I think she
likes me. Don't you guys think so?"

	They agreed. She was stroking my forehead. She looked into my
eyes, and I smiled. She brought her face close and I lifted to kiss
her lovingly. She let me demonstrate my true affection in a long kiss
that she passively accepted. As she drew away, I followed to the
limits of my bonds. I said, "Will you visit from time to time?"

	"Will you beg to lick my pussy and drink my piss?"

	"Yes, I swear."

	"See how this works, boys. I now have a personal cunt lapper
and porta-pottie. You can, too. Wouldn't it be nice to come home from
a date with Sally Tighttwat with a bad case of blue balls. You could
bend Mommy over a chair or table and throw her a fuck. Or if you're
watching a good movie and you have to piss. Wouldn't it be convenient
to simply say, 'Hey, Mom, I gotta pee.' And she comes right over and
drains your bladder, then stays to suck you off."

	They all nodded in agreement. She said, "Well, you can start
training her right now."

	She dressed and left with a smile and a blown kiss. Jason
untied the knot in my hair. Greg asked if my position was okay. Arthur
got between my legs and softly washed my ass and vagina. I breathed
deeply, let out a long sigh, and stared at the ceiling, trying to
absorb all that had happened along with a quart of black coffee.

	In the days that followed, I discovered three hidden cameras
aimed at the bed. The boys went out of their way to be nice and
considerate. They made every effort to insure my comfort. They
brought me piss in an opaque mug, pinching my nose so that I wouldn't
smell what I drank. I could occasionally taste their semen in my baby
food, but they went out of their way to hide the food preparation. My
pussy and ass got a great deal of attention, but they avoided the
appearance of messing around. It was clear that they thought this was
the way to win my after-treatment favors. I found this all rather
amusing; however, it wasn't working.

	I appreciated the care, but I knew I'd be the same mother on
the last day and they'd feel cheated. They hadn't learned from
watching a master at work. The nurse showed them how to change me and
gave them the tools and the technique. They were going about it all
wrong.

	I had plenty of time to analyze Wendy's technique. It occurred
to me that a woman - at least this woman - is like cold steel. To
change it permanently, you have to heat it to near melting and force
the change in shape by beating if necessary, then let it cool slowly.
In a sense, that's what she did to me. The boys could, indeed, make me
their willing sex slave, but not without force, carefully applied. In
a way, I hoped they'd wise up. After five days, I was ready to drop
hints. The twice-daily coffee enemas kept me wired. I grew hornier
with each day. They didn't even pick up on that. I finally told them
that if I had to drink urine, I'd rather use their natural straws.
Those idiots didn't even take the hint when I kept sucking on a
drained cock that grew stiff in my mouth. They pulled out and
apologized for getting erect.

	Wendy, the nurse, paid me a visit on the sixth day. She
visited me alone and we made love. Afterwards, she stood by the bed
stroking my face and said, "You know what this is all about, don't
you?"

	"Yes, I knew from the first night. I spotted the cameras,
also. Tell Walter I'm not upset; I understand."

	"He'll appreciate that. He has been a bit concerned. He's
really a great guy, Ann. He will marry you after this is over if you
still want him."

	"I think I might. I'm surprised he hasn't come in here."

	"He won't, not until the month is up. The boys haven't
discovered your secrets have they?"

	"You mean, am I responding to their conditioning? No!"

	"I wish I could help, but my part is over. Walter wants this
to evolve naturally or not at all. He feels certain that they'll
figure it out, or you will take the initiative. I wonder. I noticed
that you've dropped some not-too-subtle hints."

	"I suppose he has everything on tape."

	"Yes, from every angle. There's more than three cameras, Ann.
You're already quite a celebrity. Twenty people were gathered at Dr.
Greendale's last night. He is a real doctor, by the way."

	"Are you a real nurse?"

	"No, and I'll forgive that sexist remark. I'm an obstetrician,
thank you very much."

	"Sorry, I should have guessed."

	"That's all right. I hardly believe it myself. Actually, I'm a
first year resident. Look, I have to go. I'll just say one more thing.
Walter wants this to work very badly. If you plan to marry him, think
about giving him the wife he wants."

	"You mean a wife that is a sex slave to her children."

	"Yes, but not just to her children, to anyone Walter likes."

	"That doesn't surprise me too much. I'll think about it."

	She walked to the door and paused to blow me a kiss, saying,
"You do that, lover. Take your medicine and get well."

	I thought long and hard about what she said and had mixed
feelings. My horniness grew over the next two days. Jason sat with me
after giving me a thorough sponge bath. After a long silence, he said,
"This isn't working, is it?"

	I said, "No. I appreciate how hard you guys are trying, and I
don't blame you one bit for what you're trying to do."

	"How come it ain't working?"

	"I'm sure not going to tell you. That's like asking the
condemned man to hang himself."

	"Okay, but just tell me this. Is there a way?"

	"Yes."

	"No shit! You mean if we do it right, you'd be like a sex
slave for us?"

	"If you did everything just right; yes, I can see that
happening."

	I felt as though I'd said too much already. I could see the
wheels turning as he paced back and forth. He said, "Greg said you
sucked his cock after he gave you a drink. Is that true?"

	"I was extra thirsty. I thought he was holding back."

	"Bullshit! You're lying. You like sucking our dicks, don't
you?"

	"It's better than drinking from the mug, yes."

	"You know what I think? I think you want to be our sex slave."

	"Wishful thinking, Jason."

	"Look, if there's a way, you better tell me. I can't take much
more of this. If it doesn't look like we'll win, I'm just going to
take what I want while I can and let the chips fall where they may."

	"That's always been your option, but if you rape me or hurt me
I'll never forgive you."

	"Being nice doesn't help, maybe being mean will. Is that what
you want, someone to knock you around and take charge?"

	"That is not what I want, Jason. I'm warning you. I'll be
cured and out of here in three weeks. You mess with me and I'll toss
your young ass out into the street. You can go live with your father,
if you can find him."

	This stern warning cooled his heels. He turned his back on me
with folded arms and locked jaws. I let him stew for a moment, then
said, "Jason, I'm getting a little thirsty."

	He turned slowly with a curious smile forming. He studied my
expression for a few moments, then said, "I'm not sure I need to go.
Greg and Arthur are out playing somewhere. Do you want me to pull out
my dick and let you suck on it?" With a leering grin, he said, "If you
suck real hard, maybe you can nurse a trickle out of it."

	I forced back a smile, trying to remain serious. I said, "If
you think it might help."

	Jason opened his pants and stood on the footstool for that
purpose. He shoved his cock out, and I leaned toward it. I captured
the flaccid but swelling cock in my mouth and began nursing like a
baby sucking a nipple. I could tell he was holding back. When they try
to piss, I can feel the muscles relax. His cock grew steadily larger
until I was sucking on a fully erect organ. I continued sucking while
he gazed down from his superior position, hands on hips, smiling. He
said, "I can't pee with a fuckin' hardon, Mom. If you want my piss
that bad, you have to make it soft. You know how, don't you?"

	I held his dick in my mouth and looked up. His big grin was
precious. I nodded and began a sucking pumping bob. He encouraged,
"That's it Mother, suck my pecker! I'm going to cum in your mouth."

	I sucked with greater urgency as his vile invectives
increased. The more names he called me, the harder I sucked. My lips
were bouncing off his pubic hair as he called me a cock-sucking,
piss-drinking whore. When his cock began spewing forth his rich cream,
I began nursing once again. When the last dribble oozed out, I let up
on the lip pressure and let him shrink. He relaxed and gave a short
squirt of piss. I sucked it down, then waited for more. He gave me
another long squirt, filling my mouth. Though I wasn't at all thirsty,
I acted like he was giving me life-sustaining nourishment. He dragged
the scene out for several long minutes, then told me he was empty. I
gave his cock a long reluctant parting suck, then pulled free and
said, "Thank you, dear. I guess I was thirstier than I thought."

	He zipped up and stepped down, smiling at me all the while. He
wandered about the room for a while, thinking. He came over and said,
"You like sucking our cocks, don't you?"

	"Most normal females like performing fellatio, yes."

	"Yeah, but you really like it because we're your sons, huh?"

	"Jason, in my current situation, a cock is a cock. It's been
over a week since I've had an orgasm. I am getting a little sexually
frustrated."

	"I can just imagine you are. A whore like you needs fucking
every day, twice a day, three times, maybe ten, huh?"

Article 105214 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Date: Mon, 6 Nov 1995 08:58:55 UTC
Subject: First Class Treatment 3/3

			First Class Treatment
			     Part Three

	"Come on, Jason, you don't need to rub it in." Jason grabbed
the controller, and I began rising free of the bed. "What are you
doing? Put me down."

	He stopped only when the framework was at its maximum and my
back was eighteen inches clear of the bed. He placed the basin beneath
me, took the water wand in hand, climbed up, and knelt between my
legs. He grasped the bottle locked in my anus then twisted and pulled.
It came out and a couple of cups of unabsorbed coffee poured out and
into the basin. I could feel cool air enter my colon. My sphincter no
longer contracted, and I knew he could see far into my empty colon. He
adjusted the wand to pulse and shot directly into my bowels. It was a
deliciously wicked sensation, and I moaned. The pulsing jets ran up my
slit and danced over my throbbing clit. My loins squirmed in lewd
acceptance. He taunted, "Feels nice, huh?"

	"Yes, keep doing that, sweetheart. Oh yes, on my clit, honey."

	He would not hold the pulse on my clit but used it in a
teasing manner, bringing me to the brink, then backing off. He
repeated this over and over until I was a mass of squirming, begging
excited tissue. I pleaded for release, but he ignored my pathetic
pleas. After ten minutes or so, he set the wand down and leaned up
over my lower abdomen, resting his forearms on my mound. He smiled a
victor's smile and said, "You scratch my back, and I'll scratch
yours."

	I raised a passion-racked head up and looked into his
mischievous eyes. I said, "I already scratched your back, or did you
forget already?"

	"You did that for you. You tell me how to make you our sex
slave, and I'll get you off."

	"Jason, I can't. Please!"

	"All right. Just give me a hint."

	My head lolled back. I thought hard. I needed to cum so badly.
I lifted my head and said, "Okay, you win. I'll give you a hint. You
know from hearing my sexual history that I've never done anything with
another woman. Wendy changed me. She turned me bisexual. She knew
how."

	I could see him pondering this admission with a wry smile. He
said, "So you're a real cunt-lapper now, huh?"

	"Yes, couldn't you tell."

	"Yes, but I like hearing you admit it. Hey, I could get Sherry
up here for you. Would you like to lick my girlfriend's cunt? She'd
let you."

	"Please, don't bring anyone in here, especially not Sherry."

	"Why, don't you think she's cute. She thinks you're cute.
She's always telling me what a sexy mom I have."

	"Jason, I'm serious. Don't you dare bring her in here. This
will freak her out."

	"You don't know Sherry very well."

	He picked up the water wand, set the pulse, and peppered my
pussy, taunting me about eating Sherry's pussy. He soon had me
writhing and moaning. In less than a minute, I came gloriously. He set
the wand down and climbed off the bed. My head hung from my shoulders
as I slowly returned to the mattress. When the weight of my body came
fully to rest on the mattress, he began drawing the ropes free of the
rings. He rolled me to my right side then pulled and tugged at my
casts until I was in an all fours posture in the middle of the bed.
This was the first time in over a week that I'd been free of the ropes
and facing the mattress. Being face down was an odd sensation. I
looked over my shoulder as he adjusted my leg casts out to their
fullest, placing my knees near the edges of the bed. I said, "What are
you up to?"

	"I'm going to get me some pussy before it's too late. I've
always wanted to fuck you, Mother."

	"What do you mean, before it's too late."

	"I think I know how Wendy did it. You are as good as a slave
right now, bitch. Before this treatment is over, your pussy won't be
good for fucking by anything smaller than a fuckin' horse. I figure I
better get some now, or forget it."

	Before I had time to reply, I felt Jason's six-inch rod poking
my opening. He slid in easily and gripped me by the hips, saying,
"Aaah, Yes, sweet Momma's pussy at last. This may not be doing much
for you, but I'm digging it."

	He was wrong; I loved it. Of course, I probably would have
loved any cock at that point, but there was something special about
having a cock I gave birth to returning home. I took the fucking in
silence, and moaned into the mattress as he pumped his seed into me.

	When he pulled out, he gave my ass a sound slap and climbed
down from the bed. He took my ropes and tied them to eyebolts in the
wall, spread-eagleing me on my stomach. This was also new to me. I
watched him scrubbing his right arm clear to his arm pit and my
anxiety rose. I said, "Don't even think about putting that in my
vagina, Jason." He just looked over and smiled.

	It wasn't my pussy he was interested in. He came up along my
left side and leaned over my ass. Without having rinsed the soap off,
he shoved his hand right up my backside. I groaned, though his hand
was actually smaller than the bottle. He had no trouble getting in and
was easily in up to his elbow before I knew what hit me. I could feel
his hand way up inside me, and it felt strangely marvelous. I said
nothing, only groaned, as he eased in more, feeling his way along my
colon walls. It felt like a python had crawled up my ass. He was in to
his triceps and still going. I could feel him moving my guts about. I
felt pressure on my stomach and my breathing was difficult as his hand
interfered with the free movement of my diaphragm. I took shallow,
panting breaths as he went in further. I felt his shoulder touch my
ass cheek and cried, "Oh Jesus! Is your arm all the way inside me?"

	"Fuckin 'A' it is, right up to the pits. Sherry's going to
really get off on this. Shit, I can feel your heart beating."

	"Honey, please! Bend your elbow. You're interfering with my
diaphragm; I can't breathe."

	"Sorry, is this better?"

	"Yes, much better."

	"Man, I'll bet Sherry can get most of her leg up your ass, as
tiny as she is. Would you like that, Mother? Would you like Sherry's
sexy leg up your ass?"

	God, that image had me thinking and dreaming. Sherry isn't
quite fourteen, but doesn't look over twelve. She has a fully
developed body that she loves to flaunt. Half the time the little tart
doesn't even wear panties. I can't tell you how many times I've caught
her shooting bare beavers. She doesn't even bother to stop when I
enter the room. If that weren't enough, Jason adds to the spectacle by
fingering her for my benefit. I always found those scenes wildly
erotic and never interfered. He's been fucking her for six months.
I've been treated to that scene often enough also. So when Jason made
the lewd suggestion, I said, "What does it matter what I like?"

	"That's right. It doesn't. I'll use you any way I like, and
you know it, don't you?"

	"Yes."

	"You already know you're going to lose, don't you?"

	I took a deep breath as his hand drew out several inches. I
said, "Yes!" He shoved it back in fully and I gasped.

	"You're going to let Sherry squat over your mouth and piss,
aren't you?"

	"Yes!"

	"You'll let her piss into your open mouth, then follow that
stream to the source and suck the rest right out of her piss hole,
huh?"

	"Yes, Oh God, yes!"

	Jason drew his arm from my ass and wiped it clean with a hand
towel. He came up along my left side and smiled, saying, "You are an
incredible slut, Mother."

	All I could do was stare blankly into his face. He touched my
nose and said, "You better do a good job on Sherry. I'm bringing her
by tonight."

	I just stared dumbly as his fingers traced my lips. He left
the room shortly after that and left me to ponder my new situation. I
drew in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. I was fucked, and knew
it.

	Prior to leaving, Jason returned me to my usual position: on
my back with the ropes running through the eyebolts in the ends of my
casts. Since the ropes ran through rings on the frame's rim, my arms
and legs were out wide - my dead cockroach pose.

	I had several hours to myself. I thought about the predicament
I was in. I saw no way out, at least not while the treatment was going
on, and the treatment was due to last three more weeks. Three weeks of
drinking piss and eating sperm-laden baby food while totally helpless.
On top of that, my casts made me itch terribly.

	I thought about my ass and bowels. After three weeks of
constant high colonic enemas, keeping those bottles in my ass, and
taking arms and legs up my rear, I doubted that I'd ever function
normally again. I doubted that my sphincter could ever retract. I
wondered what it would be like to have a wide open ass all the time.
I'd needed a stopper of some sort, a big one. And my vagina, what
would it look like after constant fist fucking. Would my sex lips
droop to my knees? Would I ever get pleasure from a simple cock again?
Were they trying to turn me into some kind of circus sex freak? Were
me and my sons being conditioned to provide amusement to Walter
Quintana and his bizarre friends? The possibilities were both
frightening and exciting.

	I fantasized about life married to Walter and as a sex slave
to my three horny kids. I new he'd love seeing me at their sexual beck
and call. Would they tire of the novelty of fist fucking my cunt, or
arm fucking my ass? I knew they'd never tire of blow jobs or using me
as a urinal. Drinking piss, living off it, in fact, now that was a
novel idea. I must admit that piss is not bad once you get used to it.
Drinking it warm, right from the body is much better than cold from a
mug. If urine truly was as healthy as they said, I could adjust. I
knew Walter would find endless hours of amusement watching me drink
from my sons' cocks.

	What would dinners be like? And then, there was Sherry - cute,
adorable, provocative Sherry. Visions of her youthful pussy filled my
imagination ever since Jason threatened to bring her over. I knew the
little minx would love seeing me trussed naked and vulnerable like
this. She would not hesitate to add to my humiliation. She'd hop right
up on the bed and squat on my head, grinding her delicious little
slimy twat all over my face. Oh yes, and she would piss, piss in my
mouth, on my face, on my tits. She'd probably press her cunt against
mine and piss in it. And would she actually try to enter my ass with
her leg, pointing her little painted toes and shoving her foot inside
me, twisting and pushing until her knee went in past my hole. Yes, of
course she would. Jason would insist.

	What was keeping them, I wondered. Someone should be with me.
It wasn't like them to all go off and leave me alone for so long. It
was time for another enema. I was due for a feeding. I was getting
thirsty. Besides, I needed to piss. I'd never called out before. It
was the only way. I yelled out, "Hey! Is anybody out there? Hey! I
have to pee, dammit!"

	A few minutes later, Greg popped his head in the door and
said, "Can you just wait fifteen minutes? Me and Arthur are watching
Scoobie Doo."

	"Where's Jason?"

	"I don't know, probably over at Sherry's. He has a car now.
He's always at Sherry's."

	"All right, but right after Scoobie Doo, I'm going to need
some attention."

	Damn! I thought. I need professional help. My kids were
already getting bored with me and the game. Fifteen minutes later,
they proved me wrong. I got more attention than I wanted. Jason had
obviously had a chance to talk to them before leaving. They walked in
and stripped. While Greg deftly inserted the catheter and drained my
bladder, Arthur sat on my chest squirting pee into my mouth. After
pissing, he demanded a blow job. Greg was next. Greg fucked me while I
blew his brother. After they came, they switched. After they'd cum
twice, they both wanted to arm fuck my ass, and did.

	After playing with my body for an hour, they got serious and
administered my enema. My ass drank down the quart of coffee. The
thick bottle plugging my butt actually felt good. I liked the position
they put me in to receive the bottle. They pulled the leg ropes until
my feet touched the rail, lifting my ass high. I rested on my shoulder
blades with my ass sticking straight up. With my chin tucked into my
chest, I got a good look at the insertion of the bottle. I watched my
ass gulp the coffee and felt the fluid pour down my colon walls. While
this was going on, the boys spoon fed me and played with my tits. The
treatment must have been working, because I was feeling much better.
The baby food even tasted better.

	After my ass consumed the bottle's contents, I was lowered to
the bed. I slept after they left. I awoke when Jason entered the room,
leading a smiling Sherry. I couldn't help but blush as she came to
stand at the foot of the bed, staring up between my parted legs at my
naked pussy and at that bottle still imbedded in my ass. Greg and
Arthur followed them in. She said, "Man, this is too much. I thought
you were bull-shitting me, Jason. Wow, this is great!"

	Jason said, "This is nothing. Wait till you see her drink." He
obviously hadn't told her everything. I wondered if he told her he had
fucked me.

	She leaned over the end of the bed and reached out for my
pussy. She cupped my sex then entered me with three fingers, saying,
"So, you finally got to fuck mommy's pussy. Did you feel anything,
Jason? Shit, this must be the biggest cunt in the world. I'll bet I
can get my whole hand up there. I can feel the bottle through her
twat. This is so weird."

	Jason said to Greg and Arthur, "You guys fuck her yet?" They
both nodded. Jason turned to Sherry and said, "Go ahead. Your hand
will be a good one to start with. You better pull the bottle out of
her ass, though."

	I groaned as Sherry yanked the bottle from my butt. I groaned
as she pursed her fingers together and pushed in hard at my vaginal
opening. Her hand went in gradually. I grit my teeth and strained as
the widest part went past my ring of muscle. Once inside, she balled
her fist. My cunt gripped her wrist as Sherry exclaimed, "Un-fucking
real. Look at this. I'll bet she could fuck a horse." With that,
Sherry began a fucking motion that instantly felt marvelous until she
started fucking hard, actually punching my womb, jarring my whole
body. Jason urged her on above my protests. I reached a climax above
my protests. Sherry drew out and wiped her slimy hand on my inner
thighs. I could feel my cunt gaping open, allowing cool air deep
inside.

	Jason placed two folded towels under my head and shoulders,
then mounted the footstool, freeing his cock. He said, "Watch this,
Sherry."

	Knowing what was coming, I turned my head and waited. Jason
aimed his limp cock at my face, grunted, then released a stream of
piss that splashed off my cheek. I turned toward the stream and
captured the stream in my wide open mouth. I swallowed hard and fast
while straining to close the gap. Jason met me half way and my mouth
engulfed his member. I nursed and heard Sherry exclaim, "Holy shit!"

	"This is the only fluid she's allowed to have, piss."

	"No shit! That's all she drinks?"

	"Yeah, anything else might react with the medicine. Piss is
sterile; did you know that?"

	"Who cares. Hurry up, I want a turn."

	Sherry was busy stripping out of her clothes. Greg and Arthur
followed suit. Jason finished and drew away, allowing Sherry to mount
the bed. She climbed up and sat on my chest, grinning at me with her
feet by my ears. She spread her cunt lips and said, "Open wide Mrs.
Miller."

	Her flow started at once, drenching my face. I sputtered and
coughed trying to capture her amber stream. She laughed and made the
task difficult. I raised my head, trying to get my mouth close to her
piss hole. The little darling moved her cunt to my mouth but cut her
flow. I fastened my mouth to her piss hole and sucked. Sherry giggled,
then gave me a quick squirt. She got up on her feet and squatted over
my face, waving her pussy all around. I followed, trying to maintain
the exciting contact.

	The boys peered in from every angle, taunting me. Sherry
smeared her cunt juices all over my face then settled to rocking her
slit over my mouth and nose. I kept my tongue fully extended, plowing
through her moist furrow. She teased, "There's lots of Jason's sperm
in there. You like it, don't you?"

	Instead of answering, I stabbed my tongue up her hole and
rimmed her twat. She eased up and positioned her piss hole directly
over my out-reaching tongue. She let her piss dribble onto my tongue
tip and into my mouth.

	After she finished amusing herself, Jason asked her if she'd
like to leg fuck my ass. She looked delighted and scurried down to my
ass. The boys washed her right leg, trimmed and buffed her toe nails,
then gathered for the show. Sherry pointed her toes at my slightly
elevated gaping asshole. I strained to watch. Her foot entered me with
surprising ease. She gently took possession of my colon by slowly
gaining entry. When her calf passed my sphincter, I could feel intense
pressure on my diaphragm. I groaned and gasped for breath. I could
feel her wiggling her toes in my guts. Jason warned her of my
breathing problem. She arched her foot back and gave relief. This also
allowed her to get in past the knee.

	While lying on her back with her leg up my ass, she beckoned
my son to mount her. Jason wasted no time and climbed over my body. I
watched him insert his cock in her delightful pussy, then watched my
son's balls bounce against her ass. I sucked on his big toe while he
screwed his little girlfriend.

	Greg and Arthur were not idle. Greg came up and fed me his
cock while Arthur amused himself with my titties. We had a real orgy
of fuck lust going on until Sherry came and shoved her buried foot
hard against my diaphragm. She expelled the air from my lungs in a
whoosh. I gasped for air while she went through her orgasmic
convulsions. I was turning blue before she relaxed and eased her leg
out.

	Sherry crawled up over me facing me pussy and bringing her
sperm drooling cunt to my face. I fastened my mouth to her hole and
sucked ravenously while she giggled, wiggled, and toyed with my pussy.
While in this position, she invited Greg and Arthur to fuck her. I
mouthed their genitals as they did.

	After Arthur deposited his load in Sherry's cunt, Sherry got
up and sat on my upper chest, scooting her pussy up to my slavishly
sucking lips. She sat casually with her legs drawn up and her elbows
resting on her knees, watching me lick her cunt. She said, "I'm moving
in with you guys. Walter invited me, and Mom said I could. Me and
Jason are going to get married some day. Jason said he's going to give
you to me for a wedding present. We're taking you on our honeymoon."

	I looked up and smiled. I said, "I think that's wonderful,
Sherry."

	Wendy came to visit me the next morning. She looked pleased.
She told me that if I continued to show improvement, I might
experience a miraculous recovery. She winked, blew a kiss, and left.

	I gave them their rapid recovery. I became a raging bed-
bound, son-loving, cunt sucking slut. I was insatiable. I made vows
and declarations of my sexual servitude. I even signed contracts with
a pen clamped in my teeth. I had a miraculous recovery two weeks
early.

	I have been married to Walter for two years now. I am
everything he has always wanted in a wife. I am also everything my
sons always wanted in a mother. Sherry and Jason get married next
week. We're going to Cancun.

			       The End